Book Club #30! This is crazy talk you guys. Just think if I had written about all the crappy books I’ve read in the last year and a half, there’d be a lot more of these posts! The good news is that the 30th book for this Book Club of 1, is now one of my all time favorite books. The Book Thief was so, so, so good. Insanely depressing, but so powerful. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I first picked it up, which in my opinion is one of the best compliments someone can give an author. Markus Zukas; you’re in my head, man.
The Book Thief is so well written, with laugh out loud moments, and parts of such gut-wrenching sadness that I found myself wondering what I could possibly have to complain about in my life. On more than one occasion I found that I was on the verge of tears while reading it on the way to or from work.
It’s about a very endearing, sarcastic girl named Liesel with a lot of spunk who lives with a foster family in Nazi Germany during World War Two. The story is told from the perspective of Death, which sounds weird but ended up being one of my favorite aspects of the book. That and Liesel’s accordion playing foster dad. And her best friend Rudy. Sigh. So many good characters.
If you never take my fashion advice, and don’t care what I have to say about Seattle – listen to this one tip. Go read it.
You’re welcome in advance.
